A Saturday afternoon

Ulrika (who did most of the steering me from place to place in Stockholm) told me on the Saturday that she had uploaded audio from the seminar to the Humanisterna site. I looked for it but couldn’t find it, possibly because it’s hiding behind some Swedish words.

But in looking for it I found something else, which is one of the pictures Ulrika took of me while we were walking to her mother’s apartment where the atheist gender group met. That stuff in the background? That’s Stockholm.

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10 Responses to “A Saturday afternoon”

Nice. I like your photos. In this one, you look quite Swedish — but that could be the background coloring my perception. I was going to mention that you don’t look too pleased to be there, but on closer examination you have a little smile — as if you knew you were going to pick up the Nobel that evening and yes, were well aware that it was deserved but don’t want to say so outright …

Mmmph. I know – I was going to say I was a lot happier than I look in that picture. I was, I was having a blissful time, but I always freeze up in front of a camera. I had to do a whole entire “photo shoot” the day before and I’m sure I drove the photographer to distraction. But I actually look less like a scary witch from hell in this picture than I usually do, so I offered it up.

I know what you mean, Mukherjee. That caricature was the default mental image I had in mind for years too. I think it was a byline in the Guardian a couple of years back that finally let me replace the cartoon with reality.

Nice pictures, OB. And I’m glad you enjoyed the trip. Traveling for work is never as fun as it sounds like it should be, at least it never has been for me.